One morning, he woke up to find he’d transmigrated into an old-fashioned household-intrigue novel, becoming the most inconspicuous good-for-nothing illegitimate son in a marquis’s manor. He was too weak to carry anything or do any hard labor, and everyone in the household treated him like he was invisible. Even the young maids dared to skim his monthly allowance behind his back. The original owner had been timid and repressed, and in the end became a disposable casualty of household intrigue, without even a whole corpse left behind. But who was he? A modern office worker who’d watched countless anime and was a master of snark and outrageous antics! So what if he’d transmigrated into a book? So what if it was a household-intrigue story? Who said an illegitimate son had to let everyone push him around? Faced with his stepmother’s overt and covert bullying, his legitimate elder brother’s constant troublemaking, and the snide remarks of his various half-siblings, he fired back with anime-style antics: using “comment-section-style snark” to leave his stepmother speechless, applying a “video game early-access” mindset to dismantle the servants’ traps, and borrowing “iconic anime scenes” to handle every classic household-intrigue showdown. No golden finger? No problem. His quick wit and wild imagination were more than enough to throw the manor into chaos. No powerful backer? That was fine too. He’d straighten out the manor’s mess first, while gathering a band of oddball “underlings”: a cook who’d been pushed aside, a guard with no prospects, and even the bookkeeper, who was won over by his “anime-style financial management.” From a despised good-for-nothing illegitimate son to the person everyone in the manor had to answer to, he turned household intrigue into one big comedy of outrageous antics. After all, to him, the manor’s backstabbing was just a ridiculous anime where he could activate “god mode” at any moment, and he was the protagonist who never played by the rules.